"Do you hear the leaves go with the wind?The sound of nature sounds so... kind.You look in a painting and you see the ripples of waterYour getting closerYes, life is an open bookWe just don't know were to lookThe dangers are so direFrom the burning fireTo the of an inocent lifeBut it is life and we all can't bear to seeThat it's like the seaThe width,the depthSeems to go on forever and ever.Yes even we write songs about the ways of lifeAnd we all know that the past, the present,and the future will be an old, a new, and an ending the chapter.From Chapter one from who knows. Live life at the fullest to each day of you lifeBecause you never know when you will die from a knife.Life is an open book that we as humans write ourselfs so make it count.

Nice.Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

Living gives you a better understanding of life.I would hope that my characters have become deeper and more rounded personalities. Wider travels have given me considerably greater insight into how cultural differences affect not only people, but politics and art.